Round, round, and around. Surrounding my planet. Arousing my planet. . Round, round, and around. Surrounding my planet. Arousing my planet. . My heart beats madly like a drum.
Well you're caught in the headlights. Don't know which way to turn. And you're going down quickly. With my silencer. I commandeer your heart. And it's making you mad.
I've lost you once again. But I can't lose heart. To watch this dream descend. Just tears me apart. You close your eyes. And you can't hear me. Fast asleep in your bed of misery.
You. You read my mind. You twist me inside. I'm weak at the knees. 'cause you're such a tease. You make me wanna scratch. Rush the gate and shaking. Then you hold me back.
Rode into town late one night. Got real drunk. And started a fight. Gunfighters out in the street. Bellies full of lead. And blood at their feet. Sheriff says I'd better get out of town.
It was late last night. . When my baby got home. It was late last night. . When my baby got home. . She was playing free jazz. . On a shiny new saxophone.
I used to love my baby. . Yes, I loved her a lot. . So I took her on down. . To the used car lot. . I was looking at a shiny red Chevrolet. . And then she ran away.
Last night was the science-fiction. Movie with you and me. You in your velvet space-helmet. Me in my rainball hat. . If you'd write my lines. I would gladly play father-time on your tv-show.
Sweep up, little sweeper boy. It's you who's got the wig on here. Sweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep up. . Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow.
Send my fond regards to Lonelyville. I'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hill. Oh, I'll grow hale on seawater. A son on the honey milk. And leave something to loneliness.
Stenen under min rygg r kall. Ikring mig ligger Natten tt. . Dr svarta nglar dansar kring min kropp. Trr sen snaran runt min hals. Ristar i min hud - Skr isr mitt ktt.
Nr skymningen Faller anlnder Han. Fr att skrda frukt jag ltit gro i Hans namn. . En mnniska vit och blek som elfenben. P ett altare skuret ut ur stenen.
Lightning up!. And shake the ground. . Is that a horn that's blowing?. Or a bell that's tolling?. Walls are falling. Ships pulled out from their mooring.
There's a Spanish train that runs between. Quadalquivir and old Seville. And at dead of night the whistle blows. And people fear she's running still....
They talked to the sister, the father and the mother. With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other. And the camera noses in to the tears on her face.
You should wear your red galoshes. Walking o'er the city pride. Streets are paved with heaven's pennies. Gutters full of suicides. . Teddy steadily fell from grace.
Between last breaths and first regrets. The days dragged on like cigarettes. In the distance martyrs and martinets. Dally, dancing with the empty silhouettes of threats.
She's pulling out the pin. That lets her hair fall down. She's pulling out the pin. She shakes her head. And it goes tumbling. . Her smile was out of place.
En un crculo de estelas. gira el ser que a m me alienta,. entre todas las mentiras. la carga que tanto pesa.. Y en la quietud de la noche. oigo al viento que me cuenta:.